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“Disney World?” Veronica was still in shock.
Thad leaned back in his chair at Veronica’s kitchen table. “I know it will be a bit cold this time of year, but it’ll be perfect because there will be shorter lines for the rides.” As he played with the coffee mug, his strong, elegant fingers made her flush a little and she forced herself to not slip into a delightful daydream about what those fingers could do to her.
Veronica sipped her hot cocoa and watched Lyra drawing and kicking her legs in the air on the living room floor as she hummed. It had been a week since the Met Gala, and she and Thad had settled into a cozy rhythm together. They’d sneak away for drinks for an hour, or bring dinner in for themselves and Lyra, then play board games or watch movies.
He’d spent most of his night
